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High, low & in-between

A sentiment I've heard hajaar times over & have personally expressed often during random walk-talk or pub sessions. The cavalcade ruefully shakes its collective head, smiles that tired "yes we know, but what to do now?" smile & carries on the conversation. The problem, as it were, seems to spring up an awful lot when we drift into the area of women, relationships & general risk-taking. But mostly women.

I am of the school who is generally accused of *ahem* 'thinking too much' & have been advised in no uncertain terms to chill the f%@k out. While I harbour no ambitions of living up to a 100, fit as a horse while being as mentally active as a colander, I do try to take the suggestion seriously so that I may see some grandchildren. Or, more realistically, the 'Ipod Telepathy'. On this weekend's bus trip to Pune, I brought along my mp3 player so that no stray thoughts would try and present themselves at the cranial doorstep. The bus driver (who may have something against passengers providing their own entertainment) had other ideas & proceeded to play 'Kal Kisne Dekha' at maximum volume. Now, while I am an admirer of Pearl Jam & Metallica, there is no way my puny headphones could compete with the audio system on the bus. My theory on the loudness is that it prevents any mortal with adequate hearing from falling asleep. Including the driver.

Trying to watch the movie was out of the question. Honestly, I tried. The chaps who came up with the picture avoided the sticky situation of a shady story by the simple expedient of not having a storyline at all. Indeed, from what I could make out, it was a montage of random people caught in various mysteriously vague expressions mouthing dialogues that Yorick's skull would have been ashamed to attempt. Stitched together with the customary song-dance sequences, the final ludicrous product was let loose on an unsuspecting but unsympathetic public.

With no books in hand either, it therefore was inevitable that thinking would happen...

Golden eyes, cats in the darkSlink opposite me on the highwayAll roads lead to BombayAll bodies followWhere do the spirits go ?

Does Purgatory have an expressway& is it paved with good intentions ?

It is all very well to pontificateOn youth, chance & how these we profligateSomething we know, or notSomething we hide, or forgetIs to know ifWe are chasingOr are running away

At times, anger is goodIt's blazing ferocity cleanses the detritusFalse forgiveness, feigned friendshipDampen the flameBut embers do not dieTo those who preach about walking away, I sayDo not walk into the darknessWithout learning to light a fireOr, accept that you need the embersAnd live(As you well know, thoughts come & go. The above are in verse to give some semblance of sense. If you understand or relate to any of it, then enjoy. Otherwise, well... I do think too much.)

Comments

Everybody thinks much, and I don't think there is a correction for it.The Pune-Bombay journey and its familiar repetitions are particularly good food for thought.And thanks to you I now have something to ponder over on my next trip.

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